The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

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The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 294 ~SCARLETT~

I was pissed. I couldn’t believe Amy just did that to me. I wasn’t even after Carter. Why the hell was I her next

target? She could have him.

I angrily searched the bag in the car for any spare clothes to wear over my tube top. I knew I should have

something in here.

“What’s that on your chest?” Carter asks suddenly, his tone is alarming.

Everything stills around me at that one question—my chest.

What was on my chest?

You’re so freaking dumb, Scarlett!

How could I have forgotten about the love bites all over my chest?

I wore the damn thing to hide it in the first place. This was all Amy’s fault. If she hadn’t been such a jealous b***h, I

wouldn’t be in this position.

I hide my chest with my arms and stare at him with a blank look.

“Scarlett?” He calls my name with panic. “Where did you get those marks from?”

I could see his mind racing as he tried to combine two and two. He was trying to figure out if I had lied about last

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night.

Does this mean that he was indeed drunk the entire time? He wasn’t messing with me earlier; he honestly couldn’t

remember what he had done.

I can see the shock and surprise on his face. I knew this was his genuine reaction.

“It’s none of your business.” I snap.

His gaze darkens to a dangerous shade. I gasped when he grabbed my shoulders, “Who did this to you?”

I’m surprised to see so much possessiveness in his eyes. This was not the Carter I was used to seeing. He’s never

acted this way in the past for my sister or any other woman. Why was he behaving this way for me?

“Scarlett,” he growls. “Who the f**k put his mouth on your body?”

My lips part, and I try to catch my breath.

“You don’t remember?” I ask him. “Were you drunk last night?”

For the first time since I knew Carter, I saw deep fear in his eyes. Why did my question terrify him?

“You didn’t lock your windows, did you?” He whispers.

I bit down on my lip hard, and he used his index finger to pull my lip down from under my teeth.

“Answer me.” He growls.

I slowly shook my head. “I didn’t.”

“Why did you not listen to me?” He demands. “I asked you to keep the blasted window closed. Why the f**k did you

not listen to me, Scarlett?”

“Because I don’t have to!” I shout. “I don’t have to listen to every word that you say to me, Carter. You and I are not

in a relationship and we are definitely not friends. I don’t answer to you!”

“I don’t f*****g care about that Scarlett!” He shouts. “I said that for your safety.”

“My safety?” I demand. “What the hell are you trying to protect me from?”

He squeezes down on my shoulders and pulls me closer to him, “Me.”

“W-what?”

“I was trying to protect you from me.” He growls. “You have no f*****g clue what I’m capable of doing.”

On the contrary, I did. I was wide awake last night. I knew exactly what he was capable of doing.

“I know what you’re capable of, Carter.” I hiss. “Last night you. . .”

I can’t continue. I don’t know how to explain what happened.

His hands are on my neck, “tell me. What did I do to you, Scarlett?”

Why is he so scared? Why does he sound worried?

His eyes scan my body for more marks, and all I can do is stay completely still as he examines every inch of it.

“Tell me I didn’t hurt you.” He begs as he continues to scan me from head to toe.

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His finger gently touches one of the marks on my chest, and I hold in the moan that threatens to burst free from

my mouth.

Why did I love his touch so much? Why did I want even more?

“Please, Scarlett, please say something.”

I exhale slowly and look him directly in his eyes.

“You did not hurt me, Carter,” I assure him.

“But these marks—”

“You had no idea what you were doing. I won’t hold it against you. Let’s forget that it happened and move on with

our lives.” I suggest.

He shook his head. “I can’t. I’ll worry every f*****g day for the rest of my life if I don’t know what I did to you.”

“This was all that happened,” I promise him as I point to my chest. “Nothing else.”

He looks genuinely shocked by my words. I don’t think he even believes me. Did he think he wasn’t capable of not

hurting me?

What exactly was Carter terrified about? Why did he think that he did more than this to me? Why was he convinced

he’d hurt me?

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